Color My World, This Mortal Coil

Classic romance and drama

Color My World

Inner peace and joy, accompanies mama's lilting laughter,

Echoing in the sounds of silence to infinity and beyond.

Where true happiness is having no desires for myself!

When I'm already happy, just to do what I'm doing;

Perfectly content merely to do a good day’s work,

Not a care in the world I surrender to the world.

No uncertainties, worries, or silly distractions.

Finding gratification, simply being who I am!

Finding bliss, acquiescing to what is to come!

Shadows dancing deliciously, all around me;

Darkest of all darkness, yet somehow visible.

Flickering Invisible Pixies, without attitudes!

Enticing me ever onward towards my center,

Each tiniest of gesture, prodding me onward;

Bewitching silence, dances between the notes.

Like a leaf cast adrift, on the highest of winds!

Like the sun shinning through, after the storm;

Like a newborn infant, before learning to smile.

Like a long lost wave, gently reborn mid-ocean;

Yet, leaving all my worldly cares in the distance,

Relinquishing all my burdens on the far horizon.

All my cares fading, becoming lost with distance,

All my burdens vanish as if never having existed!

All the problems of the world another bad dream.

Rejoicing soft Waters of Life dance upon the wind,

Drifting on the breeze, within the great wide open!

Still rejoicing, upon rejoining the land of the living,

Flying higher than the greatest of eagles could soar,

Higher than any cloud nine could manage to attain!

Rainbows following them, wherever they might go;

Dazzling all who may look upon them, unprepared!

Brilliant diamonds, all agleam, in brightest sunlight!

Heedless of what destination could await them next,

Their brilliance proclaiming, their overwhelming joy.

Twinkling, as if, the stars had come to visit the earth!

To fall to earth or rise, ever higher unto the Heavens;

Celebrating, reveling, in their own personal freedom.

Glorying in sharing their freedom, with the universe!

Expressing gratitude and amazement, for their grace.

Expressing their gratitude, to our mother of all voids.

Expressing their Simple Joy in taking part in creation;

Hypnotic Babbling of a Brook, and the surf coming in!

The velvet white noise, envelopes all in quieter silence.

The soft breeze flowing over my body caresses my face;

Like the softer silence, flowing unimpeded through me!

Like the shadow's cool breezes, yet gently caressing me,

Music bereft any instruments and songs bereft all lyrics!

The languorous shadows, melting intertwining horizons.

All my surroundings revealed as sheer poetry in motion.

Promenading shadow and silence, in each delicious note,

Each enjoining me, to come celebrate, dancing with them.

Playfully cajoling me, whilst laughing ever so deliciously.

Enthralling me mother nature dances to her own melody!

Delicious laughter coming from every direction and none.

Her love blossoming out to infinity, from beyond eternity.

Captivating voices of the Universal Choir sing her praises.

Luxuriating in their personal freedom, on the rock of ages!

Basking in the light, of Mama and Papa's unbound graces.

The naive grace, of the smallest child dancing delightfully.

Dancing just because she can’t help but break out in dance.

Only because dancing joyfully, is what she was born to do!

Harmonious awareness, celebrates everything in existence;

Long shadows chase the rapidly vanishing light of the sun.

To sleep to slumber once more perchance dream yet again!

To dream of fleeting contours which escape consciousness,

To discover in repose, what escapes us in our daily lives!

Who somehow knows, that which can never be known!

Who accepts that, which remains forever unknowable.

Who embraces that which none may completely reject.

Who embraces that, which any others believe foolish!

The innocence and naiveté, yet forever escaping me!

Who can accept what, forever remains impossible!

Who might accept what is to be but pure fantasy!

Who may accept that, which never makes sense!

What others will summarily dismiss, as fiction!

Within the greatest, of all possible confidence!

Holding it nearest, and dearest to their heart!

Knowing only shared love in such moments,

At long last, two lovers embrace yet again!

Their common desire to please each other,

Color my world with hope of loving you!

(Chicago)

This Mortal Coil

Newborn babies always love their mothers;

Unconditionally and with all of their heart,

Arriving into the world already loving them,

Never actually thinking, about why they do!

Never wondering, why they love her so much,

Their love's so strong they might do anything!

Nothing in Heaven and earth might stop them!

None alive could ever replace the love they feel!

The question is not whether we have ever loved,

Or whether our own love, is even strong enough!

Or whether anybody else's love, is strong enough,

Or whether our own heart is really strong enough!

Or whether our love is merely another sad illusion,

Or whether any love, is all about making sacrifices!

Or whether we could, ever replace anyone we've lost.

Or whether great love, is all about our just letting go!

Or whether our love is the biggest scary can of worms!

Or whether, we could even be content with substitutes!

Or whether good lovin’ remains the finest thing around!

Or whether love is ever just more trouble than its worth,

Or whether love is something we can only get from Jesus,

Or whether great love is always about our just letting go,

Or whether love is just more trouble than its really worth.

Or whether love, requires we all be honest with each other.

Or whether our love really does make the world go around!

Or whether love really requires any personal commitments!

Or whether love is merely a question of anyone giving more,

Or whether we should wait, for all our older wounds to heal.

Or whether our hearts are dreadfully damaged beyond repair!

Or whether the fates are really against us even knowing love!

Or whether its still possible for all to learn to love yet again!

But, when did we become so sad, angry, hateful, and spiteful?

When did we lose faith in being content to love and be loved?

Where has our own attitude taken a nose dive for the worse?

Happiness, love, and joy being neither created, or destroyed,

Capable of merely being rediscovered inside God’s memory,

Upon taking our own journey down the road less traveled!

Still a journey of a thousands miles, begins with one step!

Being the masters of our fates, the captains of our souls,

It matters not how straight the gate or charged the scripture of the scroll!

The memory awaits us all, upon the road less traveled!

The memory mere mortals, may never quite remember,

The memory, we may only live in order to remember;

The resplendent face, which all may yet look upon!

The One greater Truth, that defines our existence!

But only a rare few may ever see in all its glory!

The naive child of God, still abiding within us,

Most thinking of theirs as merely caricatures,

Animals which act up every now and again!

Wild beasts which each must learn to tame.

Yet the tiniest of all newborn babes know!

Without ever becoming aware they know.

Without, quite realizing that they know!

Without their even knowing they know!

Without understanding what it means!

Without, ever really thinking about it,

Without a clue as to how they know!

Without ever having, to make sense!

How we can all still yet feel again!

The love we know we have within.

The face no one can ever remember!

That which abides, our foolishness,

That which, even blind eyes yet see!

The ears of the deaf might still hear!

Sometimes, in order to watch a clock,

We must all sleep turning out the light,

Finding anything else, by being unaware!

Stopping ourselves, from running in circles!

Screaming and shouting kicking our own a*s!

Ranting while searching for someone to blame!

Accomplishing nothing forever getting nowhere.

To sleep, perchance to dream, aye, there's the rub,

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Knowing what nightmares we have wrought!

(William Henley, Shakespeare)